The poetry below captures the experience of heading out to a crowded event solo. I went to a cafe hosting a Joni Mitchell trubute and a few weeks later found myself at the same venue, albeit in the silo instead of next to it for a music and poetry reading. The poems below capture a bit of what I heard and felt on these lovely evenings in May and June 2025.
California
I wonder how the music, the words, resonate with each soul present, each person in this room. All living different best lives; All familiar with the truth in their own ways. For, for days, I'd say Joni Mitchell only heard 'who' like an owl echoing their charms. Yet today, said yeah to the spirit of both sides now. And I did. I looked at life from both sides. Now.
Silo City Readings
Deep resonance to the spirit I feel, the vibration. A truly open space, yet contained within 100 years of cement, work, blood, sweat, tears of those whose bodies inhabited this space before me. Tonight, this one blip and evening in time. Oh what these walls have seen! Oh what these walls have heard! Life and death breathing in different forms and paces- for how exciting to imagine the space before us- the space after us. And OH what meaning this life has that we have yet to discover, if we ever will.
The Sociologist's Eyes 